This is a song about "Ex boy"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

This is love, nothing else close